Donât even know if you left a note
Should we blame the Dekapote? Or vilify the Abilify?
You were trying to find your vanilla sky
Then you unravel, facedown on rock bottom
Fucking chewing gravel, because
A human’s so fragile, what can you do?
~*~
Got another issue
Pressing like a migraine
And all the healthy âbless youâsâ
Canât repair, canât compare
To the amount of extraordinary pain
Thatâs felt with every angry stare
.
So I take a pistol thatâs pink on one end
And swallow it whole âcause my life depends
On the gunpowder chemicals
Checking up on my broken physicals
Recycling my blood through and through
10 out of 10 doctors recommend that itâs true
.
They all thought I was blissful
âCause they never wanna hear about
The things that are fucking awful
Trained by clinical trials, trained by pharmaceuticals
So Iâm still saying âI donât need your help!â
As I choke on my fucking gavel
.
Iâve got a teaspoon of anxiety for my head
And a glass of borderline thoughts before I go to bed
As my body fights every request and rejects my skin
The strangers may praise me, but I will never win
Even if I had all the money in the world to sell out what I love
Would that change the happiness I lack in my blood?
.
âCause everyone’s a critic
And a cynic and they all “get it”
When theyâre living in glowing cities
With their missus, acting clever
With their 9-5 IQâs and 401k GPA endeavours
Feeling guilty their children didnât get their Nerf Guns
.
But monsters donât discriminate, itâs all fair game
No blame on no names, every label is the same
You could be sitting in gold and still donât want to get old
You could be in a prison cell and donât do what youâre told
Or you could be like me, contemplating a straitjacket tee
On my way out to an existence that doesnât cope out too badly
.
So maybe there are issues that cannot be fixed with tissues
Or underhanded âyouâre fineâsâ or endless rounds of âbless youâsâ
But it doesnât hurt to compare and it doesnât hurt to repair
The amount of extraordinary pain that no fake adrenaline stain
Nor serotonin on our hair, taken with a beggarâs angry stares
Iâm only human like you and them after all, would it hurt me to care?
~*~
They press our teardrops into diamonds
They change our sorrows into gold
They’re gonna turn our blood to rubies
We just need someone we can hold…